I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

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Lucius did indeed receive news of Angell's presence at the Leaky Cauldron the very next day.

Of course he knew about this... after all, he watched Angell enter the fireplace and call out the destination.

He dealt with the people who came to inform him of the situation with a bit of a headache... Was this the fourth or the fifth?

Seeing their eager faces, eager to get some reward from him, Lucius began to question his decision to recruit these dark wizards to do his bidding.

Forget it... I don't care about money, and I won't do those dirty things for myself!

Hopefully, they'll realize that someone has already been here, and if things continue like this, some people in the Ministry of Magic might want to search his manor again.

Especially that Weasley guy, he's always watching him, as if if he makes a mistake, his family could afford to raise those kids.

—Damn it, don't these guys know how to use some more discreet way to contact each other?

Lucius rubbed his temples and turned to see Draco yelling at Narcissa.

Yesterday, after Draco was brought back by Dobby, they examined his body... and his memory as well.

Fortunately, perhaps Angor really didn't have any ill intentions towards Draco, so the Cruciatus Curse didn't cause him too much harm.

At least it hasn't reached the point where Draco subconsciously fears Angel.

Judging from the Dark Lord's level, even if his magic power was insufficient, this effect alone shows that he really held back.

After that, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, they altered Draco's memories.

Therefore, the current situation has arisen.

"It must be because you said some really hurtful things that he ran away from home!"

“Draco, listen to me…” Narcissa said anxiously.

She truly hadn't expected that Draco would care so much about Angel.

After all, judging from Draco's previous behavior, he not only disliked his younger brother, but also often had some mischievous ideas.

Although I've never succeeded even once... wait, it would be terrifying if I did succeed!

Narcissa was organizing her thoughts when she suddenly remembered Draco's magical outburst a while back.

Forcing the house-elf to take him into the Dark Lord's locked reading room... Narcissa felt a cold sweat break out on her brow.

Draco clearly failed to notice his mother's complex emotions at that moment:

"No, Mom, you even forbade me from having any contact with him before, but he didn't do anything wrong, did he?"

Narcissa began to wonder if Angel had given his son aphrodisiacs.

But if you think about it from Draco's perspective... his younger brother ran away from home without him knowing anything, and his parents didn't care at all...

That does sound terrifying.

Just then, Lucius walked over and said, "If you want, you can go to Diagon Alley to find him. If you can persuade him to come back, I'll buy you a flying broom right away."

“He ran away on his own yesterday, and the environment around him isn’t dangerous right now. Are we supposed to beg him to come back?”

Narcissa looked at her husband with some surprise—was there really no problem with what they were doing?

Lucius patted his wife's hand to comfort her, then gave Draco an encouraging smile.

Draco felt as if he understood.

It must be because the parents felt embarrassed that they did this!

After finally dealing with Draco and finishing lunch, Narcissa couldn't contain herself any longer and dragged Lucius into the study:

"What exactly do you want? Do you really think he can pretend nothing happened and forgive us?"

"His Cruciatus Curse on Draco yesterday was just a formality..."

"But this is very likely because his magic power is currently insufficient!"

Lucius's expression became complicated: "But at least, he doesn't hate Draco, and that's enough."

At this point, he suddenly gave a wry smile: "The premise is that we don't do anything reckless and drag Draco down with us."

"The oath forbids us from doing anything detrimental to him, whether directly or indirectly... We have already missed the best opportunity to strike him."

Narcissa knew that the "opportunity" Lucius spoke of was before Angor obtained the wand.

"and……"

“Yesterday, he vaguely hinted to me that a part of his soul also resided in that diary…”

“We cannot determine whether he has split off more souls, which means that even if we kill Angel, it will be of no use.”

A complete silence fell over the study. 7

…………

Meanwhile, in the Leaky Cauldron bar, Angell felt that his fever had almost subsided when he woke up in the afternoon.

Now that no one could see what he was doing, he didn't need to act anymore. He simply used a levitation spell to control the box to fly to an open space and then took out the potion ingredients from it.

I'm not good at healing magic, but I'm quite good at making potions.

The materials he needed were all very basic, basically the same materials needed for going to school.

But perhaps because it was his first time doing it, or perhaps because he hadn't done it in a long time (?), and perhaps because his brain was too foggy, Angel finally succeeded after trying three times.

"If you hadn't caused all this trouble, maybe nothing would have happened by now."

"I had a fever for a whole week last time... I don't want it to drag on that long!"

After the potion cooled down a bit, Angell gulped it down in one go.

Soon, he was covered in sweat, and his condition gradually improved.

"Okay... but what excuse are you going to use to buy the materials again later?"

"Isn't it reasonable that an un-enrolled young wizard, who is very curious about magic, would try it out on his own many times after being freed from his parents' control?"

"Besides, even if they knew I could concoct potions of this caliber, so what? The first-year curriculum is quite simple..."

"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense. But I was thinking about it while you were preparing the potion. Now that you're better, how about we go get strawberry ice cream tomorrow?"

Angell: "...?"

The old man's expression on the subway.

“You…” Angell reached out and touched his forehead, and after confirming that it was no longer hot, he expressed his doubt.

—Surely their personalities don't contain much of the true Ingres, do they?

Or is this guy trying to make up for his childhood because he had a terrible childhood?

Vold coughed lightly: "Didn't you say you'd act cute to the outside world?"

"Hey, don't use our strategies to cover up your childish nature!" Angell complained helplessly.

Don't you want to eat?

"...Why isn't it chocolate flavored?"

"That depends on what flavor the person who's treating us to ice cream wants!"

Angell finally realized what was happening:

"Are you so sure Dumbledore will come looking for us?"

"Of course... After all, based on reasonable speculation, the outside world might now consider 'Angol' to be the Dark Lord's child. Not everyone has the imagination to directly guess that we are actually Voldemort in disguise!"

“Actually, I feel it would be better to face Dumbledore while I’m sick,” Angell blurted out abruptly.

"...Vold, why are you silent again?"

The two chatted casually, as if they were completely unaware of the impact of his running away from home.